Henderson, have an appointment to go through the house. Later we will submit a lease-to-buy offer that Sam and Bonnie have already approved. You can move in as soon as the realtor calls you about the signed deal."
Jennifer Brennan removed the paper gown she was wearing in one of the examination rooms at the clinic owned by the Forever Home Adoption Agency. She looked down at her a small baby bump. She picked up her clothes and redressed. She gulped hard, hot tears slipping down her cheek.
She'd made the toughest decision of her life and decided to give the baby growing inside her away. She hadn't seen the baby's father, Paul, in weeks and had successfully avoided his calls. He'd had his say loud and clear. How could she have been so blind? She thought they would marry after they graduated from college. She believed with all her heart he was her soul mate. Now he was a star in an ugly scene she wished she could forget. A flash of grief ripped through her.
Jennifer missed her parents. They'd always been her shield, protecting her against the ugliness of life. Being their only child, they had high expectations for her. She needed them, but the last thing she could cope with was the disappointment in their eyes if they learned about her pregnancy. How could she tell them she'd gotten pregnant and the father wanted nothing to do with the baby? Jennifer couldn't. She'd continue to call them each week with excuses why she couldn't come home for the weekend or holiday. Having the baby and giving it away was her only answer. They’d never know.
The doctor had told her she was beginning her fourth month of pregnancy. Soon the loose tops she wore with jeans wouldn't hide her condition. The agency made arrangements for her to move out of her dormitory on campus to an apartment that she'd share with another pregnant girl until the birth of her baby. She'd start packing as soon as she completed enrollment for the online courses she'd take during summer school.
"Frankie, are you ready yet? We need to leave soon or we'll be late," Lane called down the hallway as he did a quick check of his watch. Frankie had disappeared to her bedroom thirty minutes ago. He wondered if she was a little nervous about the trip. It was the first time they'd use their undercover roles. He heard a door squeak open so he grabbed his navy suit jacket from the chair and slipped it on over his gray pants.
Frankie walked into the room making his breath catch in his throat. She was looking down as she fiddled with a silver hoop earring so he scanned her body. She wore a blue and white floral sundress that accentuated her creamy skin, long neck, and ample cleavage. The dress cinched at her tiny waist and clipped off at her knees. She wore matching blue sandals with tiny pearls and crystal beads on the straps. She tossed a navy sweater on the chair near him.
"God, Frankie, you're beautiful." As he whispered the words, he realized it was an understatement. She was exquisite with soft layered hair framing her face. Her whiskey brown eyes glittered with intelligence, and her full lips were made for kissing. She was smokin' hot in every way. Being so attracted to a woman like Frankie was foreign to him. His preference in women was usually the big-breasted cheerleader types. That all changed when he met Frankie. She was a woman who could take his breath away by her beauty and kick his ass in 2.5 seconds. Yes, it was definitely a first and was, surprisingly, a big turn-on.
He cursed Rule #1. If he could, he'd throw caution to the wind, pick her up, and take her back to his bed. He’d start by kissing those full lips and work from there until he got her naked and beneath him. But there was good reason for Rule #1. They both needed to stay focused on the case or they'd put justice for Mandy Morris at risk. Neither of them would do
Jennifer Brennan removed the paper gown she was wearing in one of the examination rooms at the clinic owned by the Forever Home Adoption Agency. She looked down at her a small baby bump. She picked up her clothes and redressed. She gulped hard, hot tears slipping down her cheek.
She'd made the toughest decision of her life and decided to give the baby growing inside her away. She hadn't seen the baby's father, Paul, in weeks and had successfully avoided his calls. He'd had his say loud and clear. How could she have been so blind? She thought they would marry after they graduated from college. She believed with all her heart he was her soul mate. Now he was a star in an ugly scene she wished she could forget. A flash of grief ripped through her.
Jennifer missed her parents. They'd always been her shield, protecting her against the ugliness of life. Being their only child, they had high expectations for her. She needed them, but the last thing she could cope with was the disappointment in their eyes if they learned about her pregnancy. How could she tell them she'd gotten pregnant and the father wanted nothing to do with the baby? Jennifer couldn't. She'd continue to call them each week with excuses why she couldn't come home for the weekend or holiday. Having the baby and giving it away was her only answer. They’d never know.
The doctor had told her she was beginning her fourth month of pregnancy. Soon the loose tops she wore with jeans wouldn't hide her condition. The agency made arrangements for her to move out of her dormitory on campus to an apartment that she'd share with another pregnant girl until the birth of her baby. She'd start packing as soon as she completed enrollment for the online courses she'd take during summer school.
"Frankie, are you ready yet? We need to leave soon or we'll be late," Lane called down the hallway as he did a quick check of his watch. Frankie had disappeared to her bedroom thirty minutes ago. He wondered if she was a little nervous about the trip. It was the first time they'd use their undercover roles. He heard a door squeak open so he grabbed his navy suit jacket from the chair and slipped it on over his gray pants.
Frankie walked into the room making his breath catch in his throat. She was looking down as she fiddled with a silver hoop earring so he scanned her body. She wore a blue and white floral sundress that accentuated her creamy skin, long neck, and ample cleavage. The dress cinched at her tiny waist and clipped off at her knees. She wore matching blue sandals with tiny pearls and crystal beads on the straps. She tossed a navy sweater on the chair near him.
"God, Frankie, you're beautiful." As he whispered the words, he realized it was an understatement. She was exquisite with soft layered hair framing her face. Her whiskey brown eyes glittered with intelligence, and her full lips were made for kissing. She was smokin' hot in every way. Being so attracted to a woman like Frankie was foreign to him. His preference in women was usually the big-breasted cheerleader types. That all changed when he met Frankie. She was a woman who could take his breath away by her beauty and kick his ass in 2.5 seconds. Yes, it was definitely a first and was, surprisingly, a big turn-on.
He cursed Rule #1. If he could, he'd throw caution to the wind, pick her up, and take her back to his bed. He’d start by kissing those full lips and work from there until he got her naked and beneath him. But there was good reason for Rule #1. They both needed to stay focused on the case or they'd put justice for Mandy Morris at risk. Neither of them would do
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